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Was she serious? Not many in the pack would share her same sentiments. Sirris's head tilted slightly as he thought about it. Nope. Most all lycans hated vampires. Why was she so different?
Why was he so different?
If Sirris didn't know better, he'd think his own mind was attempting subterfuge against him.
Sirris focused on Uriah's reply to his question. They were coming up on a human village. How would the three of them even manage to pass through unnoticed? Uriah may have a chance but for the two werewolves...
Sirris watched as the female lycan appeared to be putting on a show oof being as carefree as possible. That in and of itself had Sirris tense. What was she playing at?
Uriah was leaving.
In the few days they had been acquainted, the young male couldn't recall ever wanting to strangle the vampire as much as he wanted to do so now. A stranger had joined their party; for all they knew, this 'pack' she spoke of could be trailing them, just lying in wait for them to split up. Ready to attack the lone straggler. Should he go to accompany the vampire?
What the fuck was he talking about? Uriah was an adult, he could handle himself. He was also a vampire and could suck the like out of whatever attacked him. Hell, it'd save him the trouble of having to hunt.
He needed to focus.
"What the hell are you playing at?" Sirris snapped, head whipping around to fix the resting lycan with a glare. "I don't like your tone, Lady Sage. For a stranger benefitting from the protection of others, you're awfully opinionated about something I highly doubt you know anything about at all. I simply want to understand your reasoning. Care to enlighten me?"
Where the hell was Uriah?
"Enough about that. Let's talk about something more pertinent. How are things back home?" Sirris challenged, the pupils of his saffron eyes were pinpoints.
Why was he so different?
If Sirris didn't know better, he'd think his own mind was attempting subterfuge against him.
Sirris focused on Uriah's reply to his question. They were coming up on a human village. How would the three of them even manage to pass through unnoticed? Uriah may have a chance but for the two werewolves...
Sirris watched as the female lycan appeared to be putting on a show oof being as carefree as possible. That in and of itself had Sirris tense. What was she playing at?
Uriah was leaving.
In the few days they had been acquainted, the young male couldn't recall ever wanting to strangle the vampire as much as he wanted to do so now. A stranger had joined their party; for all they knew, this 'pack' she spoke of could be trailing them, just lying in wait for them to split up. Ready to attack the lone straggler. Should he go to accompany the vampire?
What the fuck was he talking about? Uriah was an adult, he could handle himself. He was also a vampire and could suck the like out of whatever attacked him. Hell, it'd save him the trouble of having to hunt.
He needed to focus.
"What the hell are you playing at?" Sirris snapped, head whipping around to fix the resting lycan with a glare. "I don't like your tone, Lady Sage. For a stranger benefitting from the protection of others, you're awfully opinionated about something I highly doubt you know anything about at all. I simply want to understand your reasoning. Care to enlighten me?"
Where the hell was Uriah?
"Enough about that. Let's talk about something more pertinent. How are things back home?" Sirris challenged, the pupils of his saffron eyes were pinpoints.